Just a little break
The Moon Down on My Stab

At first I hated my husband. Hates him very much. It was caused by our marriage being forcibly impressed. My father was a little king of my husband's great empire.

He was the only son of King Anveer. Crown Prince of the Shidar Nation, and sole heir to the throne of the Royal Mandeera. The king asked his son to get married first. If he wants to occupy his throne.

Be that crown prince, choose the daughters of the nobles and the kings of his subordinates. To be converted into a wife. I'm the chosen one, Shaiveera. Princess of Angkapura Kingdom. The eldest son of King Mahishya.

How cruel the world was I guess at the time. Because I was forced to marry the man I even met for the first time when we chanted the sacred promises of marriage. That's where I cried so much. Wailing farewell to both my parents and my sisters.

I was taken by my husband to his kingdom. Here, which I thought was like hell in the world. It's just the opposite. The royal family received me very well. So do the council members and the residents. I really am the queen of heaven in this country.

Just three months into marriage, my father-in-law passed away. Be my husband who ascends the throne. I felt my love begin to blossom for him. For three months married, as husband and crown prince.

He never showed a rude and reckless attitude towards me. Even though the man was loud and very angry. But he never once hit a woman. He was a just, wise and brave king.

Proven upon ascension to the throne. All the abilities he had, he used for the prosperity of his people. The three good qualities that exist in him are like. Fair, wise and brave he really wears it to the best of his ability. Our country is peaceful and prosperous for the next few years.

Until one cold night I dreamed of looking for my husband. Where's she? and what is he doing? He doesn't usually leave me alone.

In that dream I was in an old tent. Cold and hungry attacked me. I want to get out of this tent. But it's so dark out there. O God, did my husband forget, if I was so afraid of the dark?

Trrikk, jeez. Whatisit? Ahh, the candle lights of this tent are out. Why suddenly die. Though it feels almost no wind that enters into the tent. However, I don't know why this candle suddenly goes out.

In the dark I searched for lighters, other candles and oil lamps. But to all of them I did not find. Ohh, God. It's so dark in here. Let me get out of this tent. Or do I open this tent up a little bit?

I finally decided to go out. Because it seems somehow out there brighter than in this worn-out camp. Either this is just my feeling, or it's true that it's brighter out there.

I walked out of the old camp. Feel the wetness of this forest grass with bare feet. It's strange why I don't feel cold out here. It felt warm and comfortable, different in the camp.

Then, what makes this heart more curious is in front there like there is a light that is not too bright but seems friendly and comfortable. I was too curious. Approaching and approaching the light source.

Not too far from where I stand. Just need to pass through some small hills and em[pat big trees. Large trees like banyan twins and those in the royal courtyard. Two other trees have fallen. Like a former windblown.

Remembering kingdom. I remembered again with my husband the valiant and courageous king of the Shidar Nation. The nation was born the knights of horsemanship. Or maybe the light was made by my husband. Ahh, how romantic he is. I was getting excited to get to that light source.

With a little run I passed the low hills and two big trees still standing and two more fell. Arriving at the light source. I was surprised by what I saw. Ohh God.

I don't feel so dark and lonely anymore. However, wait. If this was all my husband did. Where's herself? This heart began to burn longing to meet and love him. Where's she? why hasn't it appeared yet?

Not even his footprints. In this grass there are only my footprints. There were no other footprints that signified the presence of people, other than myself. I'm goosebumps. I immediately slid my hand to my chest. Look to the left and to the right. Forward and backward. Up and down. Nothing is strange.

Everything is ordinary. Only the presence of these thousand candles was strange, and this warm weather was also strange. Instead of being attacked by a mind that is not, mending me back to the obsolete camp. At least I can take refuge there rather than out in the open like this.

I immediately ran back to the old camp. But wait a minute once again strange things happen. This time it makes more sense. As I was running small towards that worn-out camp.

I just realized it. It turned out all the way back to camp. There have been and lit candles that form, the length of which is the same as the thousand candles that were on the edge of the pond earlier. There are also hundreds or even thousands.

Along the way from the edge of the pool to the worn-out camp, a thousand candles were lined. Until I can't walk let alone run. For fear of getting hit by these lilies and getting spilled by hot meltwater. So where is my husband?

It's getting worse here. I finally called him. Strange things happened again. It was like I lost my voice. I yelled at him but no sound came out. I tried my hardest to scream. But there is only lip movement. There was not even the slightest scream heard.

I just hear my heart. I began to be attacked by the feeling of fear many times, and strange things happened for the next time. This time I realized.

If there were some candles that I hit and hit until it fell and the water hit my feet. Surprisingly, I who did not wear footwear, did not feel hot due to the spillage of the candle's meltwater.

Even the candle is still lit when it has fallen from its previous position. This oath is all strange. The more creeps me, it feels like I want to rush into the tent. Waiting for my husband, who knows he'll be here any minute.

Finally, I arrived at the old camp. His condition is still like that. Cold, dark and worn out. Though out there bright light a thousand candles but the reach of the light like can not penetrate it.

In the cold and darkness of this tent. Suddenly, the strangest thing tonight happened. The roof of this worn-out camp suddenly opened wide without me knowing the cause. Srruck. It sounded to make me surprised

It makes me automatically look up. Up there the starry night sky and the Full Moon shone softly without blinding the eyes, and the most impossible thing happened again.

The full moon seemed to hang down and was lowered slowly towards me. Slowly and slowly. His light was soothing without dazzling and his willpower. Ohh, God. It cannot be described with words, without me feeling afraid of being hit by being under it. Later then.

I woke up, it was my dream a week ago. When I told my husband about the dream. He slapped me hard and said, “Learnest. Woe to you, your dreams have no other meaning. Except you will get the king of Saba’'s peninsula.”

I became hurt to my husband. To the next day, our kingdom was besieged by King A’la, the king of the Saba’ peninsula. A deformed king who managed to raise the Hadid nation and unite the two great kingdoms around it.

Within a week. They conquered our kingdom. Until here I am at the moment. At the wedding with the king of Hadid. My husband was captured and beheaded. Ahh, more precisely. My ex-husband.